Disclaimer: We do not own Gundam Wing, or anything associated
with them (or anything else except for our cardboard box, and this trusty
laptop, which we exchanged on the black market in exchange for a wombat toenail.
We don't even own the socket that we plugged the laptop in, oh shit! The
homeowner has retur- we must go! Quickly, to the Angel Mobile(cardboard box)!).
We do, however, own the rights to the stories we concoct. And, being the
creative and enlightened authors that we are, reserve the right to abuse all
characters in our stories as we see fit, or at least to the fullest extent of
the law. And no, this has nothing to do with Christmas.
Prologue
Damn mutual friends.... Tamen thought as she glared at the nappy haired wonder
sitting across from her on the train. Her blue nails flexed in a motion of mock
strangulation, but she remained calm. The other girls however, were just as
displeased as she.
The child of nappiness, May, grinned stupidly as she watched the landscape whizz
by. She touched her greasy hair (the others cringed) and gripped it tightly,
waving it about like a piece of dilapidated roadkill. " Do you think my
hair is nappy?"
"Nooooo...." The other four girls muttered in unison, just a little
too quickly.
Tamen turned up her headset. She was bored, and watching the trampy ball-room
type May flaunt by was nauseating. She turned back to her half finished sketch,
and chewed on her pencil tip diligently. What to draw, what to draw. She pulled
a stray blue hair back behind her ear, as she was struck with inspiration, and
launched into a full drawing of a surreal landscape.... dotted with the remains
of nappy hair around the outline of nuclear crater. Very uplifting.
Ashley just sort of stay there, muttering degrading insults under her breath.
Nothing much could be picked up, except occasional "oonores" and
"baka...baka baka." She was the one who had been stupid enough not to
bring a stitch of entertainment on the train.
Allison munched on a bag of chips, not caring how many artery clogging calories
went into her system. She never seemed to gain an ounce, despite her notorious
appetite, which had granted her the nick name of "the bottomless pit".
Kelly tapped away furiously on her Game Boy, quietly grunting "Gotta catch
'em all... Gotta catch 'em all..." as she topped her high score on Pokemon
Pinball. She smiled psychotically as she stuffed it back into her back-pack.
Most everyone had been rather quiet as the trip had progressed.... a fact that
made Ashley, rather unnerved, exclaimed: " Does ANYONE want an Altiod?"
Three girls lunged like wolves at the peppermint dotted tin. As May reached
cautiously into towards the object of mintiness, it slammed shut like a rat
trap.
Four pairs of eyes glared back at her. She slowly backed away, knowing that wild
animals can be dangerous if provoked. That seemed to apply to this situation.
The train pulled to a stop. Sanqtuary Beach homes.
"Sick. Sick sick sick..." Tamen murmured as she read the sign. People.
Scary people.
"Now who did you say would be sharing this house with us?" May
chirped, as she handed the key to the golf cart to Allison.
"Five people. Now stop asking. Don't talk to me. The only reason we came
was because we were the only ones gullible enough to believe that you would keep
your distance." Kelly barked.
Allison climbed into the conveniently placed golf cart. A sign above it read in
bright bold letters: NO CARS PAST THIS POINT.
"Oh bugger, and I left my Ferrari in the garage." Tamen said with an
air of sarcasm.
"You have a Ferrari?" Ashley asked naively.
Tamen said nothing, but reached for an aspirin. It would be a long three weeks.
After being supplied with the vital map of the development, The girls all
crammed into the single cart that they were allotted, with a bit of discomfort.
"Looky!" Kelly chortled, " You can stand on the bumper and still
get a ride!"
"Oooo let me try!" May yelled. She leapt up on to the rusting cart as
Allison floored it. She fell off and tumbled into a thicket. The only sound was
a muffled "OOF" and various "Owwies".
"Woo ee! Watch it Allison! You're pushing fifteen!"
The arrived at the beach house, and watched as it towered above them.
"Ooooooooooo...." The all managed to say, awe-struck. It was a cream
color, with ruddy shudders, and stretched three stories high, with a series of
balconies extending even higher than the tip of the roof. The entrance was
littered with marble blocks buried half into the earth to form an elegant
presentation of steps, that interlocked, forming a walkway.
They grabbed their bags, and hauled them up to the door. Kelly turned the
doorknob, but before she could push it open, it flew back, revealing a boy of 18
with sloppy brown hair holding a gun.
" Who are you, and what do you want?" He said holding the gun in an
aggressive fashion. Kelly smacked his hand away from the gun. It fell to the
ground with a threatening boom, the bullet narrowly missing Allison's leg. She
didn't even flinch, retaining her lazy, if not near comatose conduct.
"I'm Kelly. That's Ashley laughing hysterically over there, Tamen is
shaking her head, and Allison is.... asleep on her feet. Allison, wake up."
Kelly poked her comrade with a nearby stick. She merely moved her arm and
grunted in response, choosing not to waste anymore energy that necessary. "
You should see what happens when I push her down the stairs!" Kelly said,
revealing her huge maniacal smile. Allison opened an eye and slowly backed away.
"I am Heero Yuy. You must be the ones that ... Ms. Peacecraft invited to
stay for awhile."
"No, not really." Ashley commented. "That would be May. She fell
off the golf cart."
"We had a little... accident." Kelly said, still retaining her
slightly crazed posture.
"Can we come in?" Tamen asked sweetly.
Heero "Hmphed" and moved away from the door, stooping to collect his
gun.
Kelly lead the pack, as they tromped into one of the living rooms, toting their
bags.